[open] the voices of the dead

[Iris]

stars, hide your fire;
let not light see my black and deep desires

The response she gets is not what she was hoping for. How sad. It does make her like the girl a bit more though, almost enough to stop the poison anyway. She might have too, might have bothered to make a proper friend instead of a pet except that the girl keeps talking. Iris lets the look of concern slip from her features, lifting her head slightly higher. ”Then you know very little of what should and should not sicken you,” she says, her voice cool, almost calculating.

To be fair, the statement the other filly made was accurate. Exactly accurate. But Iris is pretty sure that’s not actually what the filly meant, instead intended it for an insult that doesn’t offend Iris. At least not personally. She’s more annoyed her trick won’t work, that this filly probably won’t make for a decent accomplice either, and clearly Iris is wasting her time. Annoyed, she twists the poison a bit, just in case it didn’t already hurt enough.

”Suit yourself,” she says, turning her attention with the plan to leave if the other filly doesn’t say something worth staying for. ”You are lucky this is the playground. Nothing particularly scary will come eat you while you lay there useless and too stubborn to accept help.”

iris

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@[Ereshkigal]